On Tue, 25 Oct 2016 12:37:21 -0500, jinx the minx
> wrote:

>Gary > wrote:
>> Cindy Hamilton wrote:
>>>
>>> Bruce wrote:
>>>> And where all the old people go.
>>>
>>> I don't know about most of them, but Grandma and Grandpa are in
>>> my mother's linen closet.
>>
>> LOL.
>>
>> Funny story (to me). About 3 years ago, I was painting a house and I had
>> to clean out all the stuff in 2 hall closets so I could paint them. In
>> one closet, I found the very nicest wooden box. Nice wood and finish
>> (like a piece of furniture), obviously cost some money. I thought it was
>> a jewelry box so I wanted to look to see what was inside. (note: I don't
>> steal, but sometimes I like to snoop just out of curiosity).
>>
>> Anyway, I turned it over and over and couldn't see a way to open it.
>> WTH? Then I looked at the little brass plate on one side. It was
>> GRAMMA! ARRRGHHH! ;-o I've never been good with anything to do with
>> death and that totally freaked me out. I had heard of urns but never
>> fancy wooden boxes.
>>
>
>A girl I used to work with many years ago had her father in a Folger's
>coffee can in her car. Someone broke into her car and the ashes were
>spilled on the passenger seat. I can't remember now if it was just some of
>the ashes or all. But kept in a coffee can, yes.

My eldest grandson could not retrieve his dads ashes from his
stepmother. It went on for several years and clearly peturbed him. I
asked him if he still had the key to the house, he did, so when she
was out drinking he snuck in, replaced the ashes with some ashes from
my sons woodstove and made good his escape. We don't know if
eventually she did anything with the ashes she thought were his,
likely not.